Huh. Didn’t think I’d see THAT today.

It was just another Wednesday, albeit an unseasonably warm one in northern New Jersey, as I walked my dog through the neighborhood.

The autumn leaves were a Crayola box of gold, crimson, and green, and I snapped a photo when I reached my destination: a half-mile, gravel-lined walking trail near a local park.

I tried not to think of my mounting to do list and the fact that I was sweating profusely in mid-October as I walked briskly beneath the canopy. After thirty minutes, I reached my highest level of Zen (that is to say, an almost manageable degree of panic) and headed home.

Stepping back onto paved roads, I heard a strange shuffle to my right.

I looked up, and…

There is a dog on a roof, said my Zen mind.

There is a DOG on a ROOF, said my anxiety.

There is a BLOG POST in your POCKET, said my inner chipmunk.

Now that I’ve had time to consider this sight more deeply, I’ve come up with a few possible explanations:

He’s a watch dog for a new K-9 super breed who can fly, bend steel with their minds, and resist the smell of crotches.

He’s trying to catch a glimpse of Canada, so he knows what to expect after the next presidential inauguration.

Anything is better than hearing his owner complain about work. I mean seriously, how hard is it to neglect pets for a living?

He is a she, and she’s waiting for the right stud for whom to let down her tail of gold.

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Hahaha! Wish I could’ve gone on that walk.
Loving number 2 or it could be our lazy-a** neighbor finally deciding she can’t even open the back door to let out the dog. Now I think she just stumbled to the bedroom window and said, “Here. The window’s open. You figure it out.”

I’m betting there is another option. He looks part German shepherd. They are great climbers. The shepherd mutt I had as a teen could actually climb fences and walls. He once was caught by the dog catcher and put into an outdoor pen. He broke out and then broke INTO the pen a few down as there was a lady in heat in that one.

Get. Out. I never, for one moment, considered that he CLIMBED up there. (I assumed there was an upstairs window where the owners let him jump out. And was wondering how that ever came to pass. Like, one day did they just call him over and say, “Here, you wanted to go out, so go out!”?)